Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

And the many strong warriors fighting fiercely had finally annihilated all of the so-called black fog.

When the battle ended, the heart of every warrior shuddered. A team of over a hundred now reduced to less than sixty people. Such a heavy toll in deaths was unexpected by everyone.

The fifty to sixty who died turned into pure white bones, forever remaining in the secret realm of the Sterr Family.

"How is this possible! I didn't feel a thing. How could so many have died?" a Golden Core Middle-Stage warrior muttered darkly.

Everyone's faces turned grim as they felt like prey trapped in a cage, with someone always ready to hunt them down.

Old Sterr's eyes suddenly shone with golden light, "The treasure left by our ancestors!"

At these words, everyone quickly turned around only to see a golden luminescent dot rapidly entering into the body of a Golden Core Middle-Stage warrior.

Boom!

An earth-shattering aura burst forth from the body of this Golden Core Middle-Stage warrior, a momentum vast and endless like the abyss, startling everyone present.

"I've broken through? Haha! I've actually broken through!" The warrior burst into laughter, feeling a transformation from within, overwhelmed with excitement.

At this moment, everyone began to rub their eyes. This lucky fellow had indeed achieved a breakthrough, an entire major realm of it.

Their hearts were completely seething with excitement at that moment, the Pharaoh's eyes shimmering with thrill, his Scepter also emitting a faint divine light.

Emperor Yasi and the several Guardians were also incredibly excited. It was true, the Sterr Family really did possess such a miraculous treasure.

All hearts were boiling over, and the extremely fortunate warrior wept with joy. He had not expected that he, almost the weakest among them all, would miraculously obtain such a fearsome treasure.

"Look! Another golden light! It's mine! Haha!"

Whoosh, a Golden Core Peak warrior burst forth immediately, his aura exploding like a stormy tide, striking at all the strong warriors around him.

A gleam of golden light appeared, frantically accelerating inward, and everyone completely lost their minds.

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A strong warrior roared in anger. He had been stuck at the Golden Core Peak for three hundred years, and his vitality had already begun to wane. He was desperate to break through to acquire more life.

The five Guardians moved, the Pharaoh moved, and a few terrifying figures hidden in the crowd also sprang into action.

In that moment, waves of Spiritual Power roared and shot skyward. Not a single person held back, all erupting with their strongest force, vying for the treasure before them.

"Tsk tsk, there sure are plenty of experts, with five almost Tribulation Transcending fellows. No wonder the Western Continent is a land where dragons lie hidden, able to stand at the world's zenith for so long."

Ye Ling marveled, in Huaxia, such warriors should also exist, but they would likely all be in the so-called Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves and blessed lands, and that space within the Divine Dragon's frame should also harbor such old monsters.

"Get out of my way!"

Just as the first warrior was about to grab the golden light, suddenly, a beam of sword light soared into the sky, landing directly on the wrist of that warrior.

Swish, as the hand rose and the sword fell, the warrior aiming to grab the golden light trembled, letting out a wretched howl. His wrist was severing cleanly.

The severed wrist that fell to the ground slowly buried itself into the soil and disappeared, ominously mysterious.

"Ye Ling, aren't you going to fight for the treasure of my Sterr Family? I would very much like for you to win the treasure, as 'ill-gotten gains do not enrich the home' is an old saying from your Huaxia."

Old Steward smiled as he spoke, and upon hearing this, Ye Ling simply raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, let's see just how different and magical the Sterr Family's treasure really is," Ye Ling sneered with a cold laugh.

Whoosh, his figure charged out crazily, moving so fast that in the blink of an eye he was already among the crowd.

Boom, eight Golden Cores spun wildly, streams of Spiritual Power swirling like a storm within Ye Ling's limbs and body, roaring with terrifying power inside him.

"I'm claiming this treasure for myself. Whoever dares to stop me, dies!"

His arrogant and wild declaration fell, and the terrifying aura bursting from Ye Ling's body shockingly repelled the strong fighters around him, instantly clearing a no-man's zone where he stood.

"You Huaxia brat, so arrogant. You're not yet worthy of our Western treasures!"

A thunderous shout resounded, Ye Ling sneered in response, a flash of astonishment before his eyes as he raised his arm.

Clang, a Longsword fell onto Ye Ling's arm, but the frightening strike didn't even cut a single hair on his arm.

"Too weak!"

Ye Ling chuckled softly, lifting his arm suddenly, and the power resonant with dragon and tiger roars erupted.

Crack, the strong fighter who attacked Ye Ling was instantly knocked flying, crashing to the ground and spitting blood, with a pale and shocked face.

"I said it, I want this treasure. I won't compete for the others that appear, but whoever dares challenge me for this one will die!"

Ye Ling's gaze swept over the wolf-like figures, a black brick already in his hand, and his other hand effortlessly grabbed the flickering golden light.

"You Huaxia kid! You're too arrogant! Just the spit from each person here is enough to drown you!"

"Yeah, give up the treasure, Huaxia brat, or you won't make it out of here alive!"

Hearing the thick threats, Ye Ling smiled coldly, "Tsk tsk, whoever isn't afraid of death, come at me. Why bother with so much nonsense."

Whoosh, a Middle Stage Golden Core fighter, unable to resist the allure of the treasure, charged out, his face fierce, wielding a dark hammer with a vague glimmer of cold light.

"Die! Poor Huaxia kid, the treasure can only be mine!"

Ye Ling looked at the formidable figure approaching and replied with an ice-cold smile, his black brick violently swinging out.

Smack, the brick struck the guy's head, and the high-speed body instantly collapsed to the ground, eyes rolling back, breath completely gone.

Dead!

One brick had actually killed a Middle Stage Golden Core fighter, a display of strength that made everyone gasp in awe.

Especially strong fighters like the Pharaoh and the others, they were shaken, never expecting such a powerful being.

"Have some brains, will you? Even if I handed it to you, with your lousy skills, could you hold onto it?"

Ye Ling cursed at the one lying on the ground, then swept his gaze across the people, bursting into laughter at their wary expressions.

"I've said it, who else wants to try?"

"If you're not afraid to die, just come at me, I'll fulfill your wish!"

As his words ended, all the strong fighters felt a shock to their hearts, daring not to look directly at the overwhelming dominance of Ye Ling.